Humans…(you cannot kill the fire)

By Lluka Qafoku                     

We are humans

It is a magic word, like every word

We, humans, got name and fame through them, standing Time

We spread our humane humus and waste as far as we go in Universe

We try to domesticate all as subjects to our Will though we never have known whence it comes..

We got homes out of Nature, ever-lit homes, air-conditioned homes, all provided homes

Lukewarm well balanced homes, “reasonably” safe homes

To fly from natural mercilessness of natural law

Into what we ingeniously stole away from nature and claim “our creation”

What is in fact a denatured domestication

And wishful illusion of free will and property

We keep reinventing our homes, we make them drive, sail and fly

We keep domesticating all our environmental surroundings,

Trying to walk on the dangerous razor-edge of our science

Between destruction and construction, economy and ecology

And first and last we have domesticated nearly all natural fire,

Now including solar fire, standing on the brink of atomic apocalypse

We, the animals seemingly capable of all life destruction

Our intimate, comfortable homes

We have succeeded to build to save our crippled, homogenous freedom

To outlive and survive

Natural selection

Preserving the unfit and perverse and deeming it the life sense

Until all sense we lost

Our domesticating, moderating, artificial power seemingly superficial and fake gave us all humanity

We, the last dead end of the Tree of Life, of Biosphere

That insignificant “poor player that frets his hour upon stage and then is heard no more” (Shak)

Ridiculous enough to challenge all World order and chaos

However

We humans keep knocking since birth on the door

Of some natural Grace

Of a future that cannot become a past Trace

In our casual and rarely met but constant in time

Promethean rush of sublime creative effort

Towards a Promised cosmic humane wide open

Home….